It is funny how no one seems to want my always excellent advice. - Anne Lamott

Sometimes grace is a ribbon of mountain air that gets in through the cracks.

You were loved because God loves, period. God loved you, and everyone, not because you believed in certain things, but because you were a mess, and lonely, and His or Her child. God loved you no matter how crazy you felt on the inside, no matter what a fake you were; always, even in your current condition, even before coffee. God loves you crazily, like I love you...like a slightly overweight auntie, who sees only your marvelousness and need.

I recognize the divinity in you, but actually more like, I recognize our each-otherness, instantly